Lovely, Liz has a rocking horse just like that… the picture brings back memories of childhood with nursery's and nannies… Whoops should I have put a ' there, no doubt you will let me know if I have made a mistake!
Mum, Liz had EVERYTHING! She was the most spoiled child in the history of spoiled children. And yes, the apostrophe police have pulled you over and given you a ticket for the extraneous punctuation in, and misspelling of nurseries. Sheesh! You used to be a proofreader!
Savannah, I know just what you mean. This particular window is in a really gorgeous house in the river end of Lower Cathedral Close. It's a doozy. xoxoxox
Dive, would you fertilize the artificial flowers with the rocking horse poop?
Lovely picture with the sunlight streaming into the play room, dust dappled or not.
I dreamed of a horse of my own since I was a toddler but real or wooden, I never was able to have a horse. I envy the child who owns that splendid steed.
Speedway, I'd put the rocking horse poop in the bank; first because it's rare and valuable and second because the banks are full of shit anyway so they'd never notice a bit more.
You may not own a horse but at least you live in the home of horsepower.
Right about the banks, Dive. You could leave rocking horse poop in a safe deposit box and they'd never notice the stench for the reams of cash earned by drug cartels, corporate shenanigans and political pay-offs.
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Lovely, Liz has a rocking horse just like that… the picture brings back memories of childhood with nursery's and nannies…
Whoops should I have put a ' there, no doubt you will let me know if I have made a mistake!
Lovely, but the window really caught my attention first, sweet pea! Thanks! xoxoxo
Mum, Liz had EVERYTHING! She was the most spoiled child in the history of spoiled children.
And yes, the apostrophe police have pulled you over and given you a ticket for the extraneous punctuation in, and misspelling of nurseries. Sheesh! You used to be a proofreader!
Savannah, I know just what you mean. This particular window is in a really gorgeous house in the river end of Lower Cathedral Close. It's a doozy.
xoxoxox
That's one pretty horse, and it doesn't even poop on the carpet.
What a splendid photo! Good eye. The rocking horse is charming. And the window and light are marvelous.
Rocking horse poop is a rare and valuable commodity, Vanda. If I had a rocking horse I'd feed it constantly.
Ms.M. the light and the tree shadow are nice until you blow the photo up and then they just show up how desperately this house needs a window cleaner.
Dive, would you fertilize the artificial flowers with the rocking horse poop?
Lovely picture with the sunlight streaming into the play room, dust dappled or not.
I dreamed of a horse of my own since I was a toddler but real or wooden, I never was able to have a horse. I envy the child who owns that splendid steed.
Speedway, I'd put the rocking horse poop in the bank; first because it's rare and valuable and second because the banks are full of shit anyway so they'd never notice a bit more.
You may not own a horse but at least you live in the home of horsepower.
Right about the banks, Dive. You could leave rocking horse poop in a safe deposit box and they'd never notice the stench for the reams of cash earned by drug cartels, corporate shenanigans and political pay-offs.
I pined for a rocking horse all through my childhood. Of course, my parents thought I was insane since we had the real deal right outside....
Your rocking horse is going to be very fat, Dive. Poor rocking horse.
Darn tootin' Speedway.
Maria, you were not insane; cleaning out rocking horse stables is a whole lot easier than the real thing.
I think you've hit on a new marketing idea there, Petrea: rotund rocking horses for today's mountainous McChild.
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